A New Order of Chaos

Adapting vs. Traditions

It's actually been four days, but for Will Solace, the union between the Greek and Roman camp happened like a million years ago.

He didn't know what it was but he soon started to understand why the gods had kept them away for so many years.

To put it lightly, he has been working overtime in the new Infirmary since they settled down.

Campers (Greek, because the Romans were proud enough to go to their healers) would come in at every hour, with dislocated shoulders, gashes in their skin and blood coming our of strange places.

"Austin, can you check those boys from Hermes, before you leave?" he asked his brother, who nodded and got to work. Will practically lived in the Infirmary's office and he was tired of it.

"Will?" Will looked up and saw his sister Kayla, smiling apologetic "Grover send a message. It's with Nico"

"Thanks, Kay" he thanked her, gladly to have an excuse to leave the place for a couple of hours. His usually tan skin was a few shades paler and he didn't like it "Could you take a look at the schedule from now on?" Kayla nodded and Will left the Infirmary, walking pass the different constructions that were being placed around.

The cabin were still placed in the same order. Same numbers. Same traditions. Some things are really hard to let go... The campers even did a Big House, painted it in blue. Nico and him decided to make it, so they could have a place where important meetings could be held and, if they had guests (like Rachel, because they couldn't find a good cave in the Appalachian Mountains without being safe for her), they could stay there. They also made an attic, to keep the trophies.

"Stolls!!!" he heard Katie Gardner screaming at the sons of Hermes, who were hiding her garden tools away.

Yep, some things should never change...

"Day dreaming again?" Nico's voice floated next to him, making Will smirk.

"I haven't been out of the Infirmary in days... Cut me some slack" he demanded, playfully. Nico chuckled and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. As the years passed, Nico wasn't afraid of showing affection anymore. It was truly difficult for him, but he understood it was natural.

"Well, I send Kay for it" Nico smirked, when Will glanced at him.

"You tricked to my sister" Will concluded, shaking his head "Gods, I think I need a nap"

"A very powerful, short and non-distracted cat nap" Nico mocked him.

"Are you planning on distracting me?" Will turned to see Nico, with a raised eyebrow "Who are you and what you've done with Nico di Angelo?" Nico couldn't handle it and started to laugh. Campers were turning their heads at the sound of his voice. It was like a rare event that the son of Hades showed his emotions so publicly.

"Oh, Will, you're under a lot of stress..." Nico wiped a tear off his eye.

"Tell me about it..." he grumbled, looking at the mountains. People were coming from inside, carrying woods, baskets of food and all that things "Did you think we did a great organization?"

"What do you mean?" Nico wondered, pulling him down to sit on the grass with him. Will sighed and sat down, his legs crossed in front of him.

"I mean... Didn't we rush them?" he gestured the campers, who were being themselves "I get that it's been three years since the last war, but... I still have wounds in the Infirmary that tell me how much they hate each other!"

"Will, listen to me" Nico forced him to look at him, gently "This was bound to happen. Maybe not this abrupt, but still..." Will shook his head, like if he wasn't satisfied with the answer.

"We're unprotected out here" Will recognized. Nico understood immediately why Will was so worry and having second thoughts about the camps merging into only one "We have Peleus, and the Golden Fleece, but... Campers are send to us everyday and I-"

"Everyone will be safe, I promise" Nico assured him, kissing Will's forehead.

"I know..." Will smiled weakly at him.

"Nico!!" Someone screamed in the distance. Both, Will and Nico immediately got up and assumed their leader places, following the sound of the voice. It belonged to Butch, the son of Iris, who was trying to control down the pegasi "This is Blackjack, Percy's ride" Nico opened his eyes at that information. If Blackjack was here, instead of Percy, meant two things:

Option A, Percy was gone (Underworld gone) and his own Father didn't tell him.

Option B, Percy was gone (missing gone) and the pegasus couldn't find him.

"Look, Porkpie has a letter attached" Will noticed, from looking at the pegasus' wing. He pulled it out and read it quickly "It's from Grover and Juniper"

"What does it say?" Nico hurried him to get the information. Will went back to read it, kind of fast.

"Um, it says that the satyrs will still be doing their protectors' job" he read, his eyes not crunching because of his dyslexia "That, the demigods will be send here, to the mountians, so the residents of the cities can send them here of to the Legion"

"The Romans will be thrill that a satyr is doing their job" Butch butted in, sneering.

"Butch, please take the pegasi to the stable, so they can rest" Nico decided, patting the neck of one "Then, gather the heads of the cabins" Butch nodded and left with the pegasi, who followed him without argument "We need to talk to Reyna"

"You think the Senate will listen when we tell them satyrs are doing Lupa's job?" Will reasoned with Nico, who sighed. But he straighten up, decided.

"The Legion decided to follow us and to abandon their patron. We didn't force them" Nico explained, trying to be a leader "We all have to adapt. If they don't..."

"I just hope that doesn't start another war..." Will admitted, worry "Because, I don't want to lead them against allies..."